Disparity

I could be as dark as you,
the taboo of glory-scars,
the curve of a white cheekbone
under prone moonlight and stars.

I could be a deeper black:
the tear track of the raw
day-old whore, her mascara,
lost its era, on her jaw.

I could be just as silent,
as quiet as the dust motes
in your still immobile lungs;
you have tongues to speak for throats.

Blatantly: I could be as
cold and as simple and as split
and I could act as you do,
stretch for untrue and reach past it.

Yet there lies disparity
between me and you, fairy:
you are the beautiful one,
fated undone; I am wary.

I will never dance like you,
trip into that fatal delight,
I will never live like you,
so untrue; I will survive.

Disparity
8.15.03
Poem Type: Irish Awdl Gywudd
Stanza Type: quatrain
Lines: 4
Accents: varies
Syllables: 7 per line
Rhyme:

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